To the boy whoâs an hour away.
I let you call me at lonely hours of the night. You only keep me for company. I dont think itâs true friendship. I feel used, when no one will give you attention. I will always question what you want from me. You say, youâll always be there for me but thatâs never the case. Iâm always checking up on you, making sure youâre doing okay. You never ask about me or my feelings. You insult me, I never know if youâre serious or joking because both seem to sound the same. You never take my feelings seriously. Youâre confident that Iâll always be there & that Iâm not going anywhere. But the truth is Iâm tired of trying. You donât care like the way I do, you never have you never will. So another phone call will be filled with my silence and you getting mad for my lack of words.
